Why do I feel
Such miserable guilt
In my stomach
And heart
For eating
A morsel the night before
I shed tears silently
Watching them fall
Like a waterfall
Cascades of salty
Droplets
One after another
I punish myself
With no food
Or drink
For the rest of the day
Skinnier, thinner
Anorexia nags.
Weighing myself
Has become a
Frequent routine
Every day
Any day
On the blinding white scales
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THIN ✔︎
PoetryShe's never had problems, until recently. Recently, her world has been falling apart, but from the inside out. Turned into a depressed girl with serious eating disorder problems, all she wants to do is let go of everything, and be thin. Lighter than...
